It was a momentary pain.
Then, he felt his chest was very cool, and the warm blood, along with his vitality, slowly left his body.
He knew he was going to die.
But he still has many unfulfilled wishes.
At this moment, he felt a little regretful. He regretted that he was not polluted, and regretted that he did not evolve in a strange form. He and his ideals had just begun, but he died in the copy.
He entered this dungeon with the leader's expectations.
The leader of the Black Organization possesses a special ability that allows him to ensure that his members can enter the dungeon and leave safely.
All they need to do is kill all the trial participants in the copy.
Strange murders require forcing humans to break the rules.
When a person kills someone, it's just a matter of a flick of the hand and the fall of the knife.
He was not a novice. This was his eighth time entering the dungeon. Eight was his lucky number, so he boldly chose a five-star dungeon.
He had succeeded in all the previous missions.
Looking at the ugly expressions of those trial participants before they died, he just found it funny.
Those dead idiots would sometimes curse him, asking him why he had to be so cruel since they were all human beings.
What a joke! Can people be the same
He is an advanced human who is about to enter a new era and has got a ticket to become a high-level weird, while they are just a group of backward humans who are fighting desperately, stupid, self-contained, and unable to accept new things.
After this mission, the leader should have praised him, promoted him, and used him as a role model.
Maybe he would have a chance to see the leader's true face.
But all the dreams were shattered.
He is unwilling to accept it!
As he fell, he looked at the delicate little girl in front of him, with long black hair draped over her shoulders and a strand of hair tucked behind her ear, revealing her slender earlobe. She didn't look aggressive, but her attack was so clean and neat.
At the beginning, the person he was most afraid of was the little boy named Wang Tiegang.
Because the little boy had a scar on his face, he must have been a ruthless character before he grew into a child.
So, he took advantage of Wang Tie's shower and pretended to be a girl asking for help to lure him to stick his head out of the window, and then slit his throat from the outside.
Qin Xiao slimmed down his arms and legs, and the strange leader killed him without him having to do anything.
Leaving the two little girls behind, he thought he could easily complete the task.
But I never thought about it.
I spent the whole day hunting geese, and the geese pecked my eyes.
He thought he hid it well.
So, he needed an answer.
He asked Su Qingyu how he discovered himself.
Su Qingyu squatted beside him and stirred his heart viciously with a fountain pen.
Her eyebrows were long and beautiful, slightly raised, and she opened her lips and said slowly: "Brother, let me put it this way, except when I sleep, I close my eyes, and at other times, my mind is highly concentrated.
You have looked at me too frequently in the past two days, and you just followed Wen Xuecha. It is easy to guess your purpose.
You are not here to clear the level, you are here to kill each other."
The weirdness in the dungeon requires certain rules to be met before killing people.